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Am so Very.Tired of being sick. Between the super-allergies, the kid-spawned germs, the almost-hubs who works in a disease factory and stress making my immune system shrivel like a salted slug – so far, 2011 has been a running snot fest.
**dislike**

I wish my Mom was here. One of the things Mom did very well was take care of the sickies in the family. Soup in bed, or on the couch. Hair brushing, back scritches. Stupid, old movies queued up. Hot tea. Sprite. And left you alone when you needed to be. And now I am an adult and have to do my own pampering.
**dislike with a side of WHINE**

Meh. I am going back to knock back a double shot of Nyquil and go back to bed for a couple of hours. Hopefully, when I awaken I will feel a lot better. I have much and much to do. For example…classes start today. I need to log in and check to see what is already due. I will also be going out to Office Depot to exchange my printer ink. For LO! I am apparently unable to recall that my printer is not a 4800, its an 8400.
Also, have to go to a Sprint store because their online activation sucks ASS. I have the new Thumper but I can do nothing with it because I cannot get it registered.
Ass, I say. Through a straw.
*harumph*

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Actually, it has not been that bad a year. Not nearly so awful as 2009. I have been seeing a lot of recap posts; folks going back over their past 2010. I think I’m going to just take the lessons that were served and move forward.

Things That Have Been Shown To Be True

I won’t say “Things That I Have Learned” because – and let’s face it – I don’t always get the lesson on the first attempt.
*sighs*

1. Smoking sucks. I am a terrifically good smoker. I am an awful smoker-quitter.
——> Nicotine patches and gum make me violently ill. I am thinking that it is a psychological habit more than anything else. I will be getting on the ‘butrin, as soon as the dispersement happens. I don’t want to be a smoker, good or otherwise.

2. Writing. If you want to write well, you must WRITE. Yeah, sitting down and staring at the screen sucks. Don’t let the shiny intertubes distract you from doing it *anyway*. Even if its nothing more than random journal entries. Write. Getting out of the habit is a bad, bad, bad, BAD idea.
Bad Bon. No word Biscuits!

3. Gaming. Tied to #2, really. One of the best things I do is write/create/run games. I have had enough people over the years tell me that my games are memorable, entertaining, frustrating, and emotional. So. To that end, in February I will be starting a once a month Talislanta game. I think that will give me enough lead time to get things set up in between games so I don’t feel overwhelmed with regular & game writing.

4. Lots more classes/hours. Because, I am also tired of being in school. Like unto death, tired. I have plans to go on to my Master’s, yes. But they are going to be part time plans after I graduate with this degree in a year. I will be taking a metric ton of hours to get this done – 17 hours this semester, for example. Part of my brain is standing off in a corner, looking horrified. That bit speaks with a soft British accent and is saying over and over again, “Oh, my. Are you sure, dear?”, all the while wringing her hands.

5. Forgiveness is a virtue. I’ve been virtuous. This year will also be about the stricter boundaries and the letting go of things and the sayings of “no” and the refusing to feel guilty about that.

6. Fitness. I have lined up several outlets* for excerise that will be fun & engaging. Fun and engaging are important because otherwise, excerise does not happen. Committing to 30 to 60 mins a day isn’t not a struggle. Not making excuses and finding something else to do….aye, there’s the rub.

7. Confidence back. I will also be attempting (see title, above) to not be so negative, about myself or anything else. I have gotten into this godawful habit of denigrating myself. Additionally, when someone says something to me I will attempt to NOT automatically take it in its worst possible connotation.
If someone compliments me, I deflect. If something good happens that I am a part of, I demur. I am not a knuckle-dragging, three toed, mouth breathing troglodyte with poor social skills and a Ry’leh bad stench.